A/N: Totally didn’t mean to do this.... My hand slipped... but here you go :) Masterlist is here and here is the link to go to if you want to be on any of my taglists :)
Warnings: none, pure fluff, Regis being an energetic/anxious baby
Word Count: 1.1k
Summary: It’s Valentines Day with our nerdy little vampire
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You winced as the bright sunlight suddenly blinded your eyes. Your hand came up in an attempt to block out the sharp rays.
“Good morning, my dear.” Regis’s voice came from your right, his warm breath tickling your ear. He placed a kiss on your cheek.
“Mmhm. Morning.” You groaned softly, rubbing your eyes. Your brows were furrowed together as you propped yourself up on one elbow. “Are you trying to blind me?”
“What? Oh! Ah, no. No. That wasn’t the idea.” He chuckled softly and looked over to the window that he had just opened the blinds to. “I just thought that perhaps a little morning sun was the best way to start the day off.”
You were finally able to open your eyes and get a look at him. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, a smile on his lips and an energetic twinkle in his eye.
“Would you like breakfast? I’ve got it ready and made downstairs. It’s waiting for us.” He stood up and moved quickly towards the door. He spoke so fast that you almost couldn’t understand him, but thankfully the decade you had spent living with the vampire allowed for you to learn to understand his fast spoken dialect.
“Regis, give me just a moment, darling.” You giggled softly.
He paused by the door, brows drawing together as he looked back at you.
“What is it, my dear?”
“I haven’t even gotten dressed yet or done my hair. What’s the rush for?”
Regis stood there for a moment, biting the inside of his cheek. He didn’t want his surprise to be ruined. He was absolutely terrible at keeping surprises from you.
“There’s no rush, my dear.” He shook his head, chuckling. “Just…. Just one of those fidgety moods. Too much energy and nowhere for it to go.”
“Did you sleep at all last night?” You tilted your head to the side a little.
“For a bit, yes. But that isn’t important. Let’s find you an outfit. Is today a trousers day or would you rather a dress?” He moved towards your wardrobe.
“I think I want to wear a dress today.” You clambered out of bed. “You can pick out which one.”
“You know which one I’ll pick.”
“The black one with the gray pattern.” You nodded. “I like that one.”
“I think it looks absolutely marvelous on you.”
“That’s what you say about everything I wear.” A grin tugged at the corner of your lips as he approached you with the dress in hand.
“Well, I’m only being honest.” He placed a kiss on your lips. “I’ll help you get dressed. There’s far too many laces on this one.”
“I think that’s why you like this dress so much.” You rolled your eyes playfully.
***
After you were dressed and your hair was plaited back out of your eyes, you and Regis walked hand and hand to the kitchen.
“Oh, Regis.”
“What, darling?” He looked over at you.
You were too busy looking at the table of food he had prepared. There were pancakes and muffins, sausage and bacon, biscuits and jam, and fruits of all different kinds.
“Are we supposed to eat all of this?” You asked, furrowing your brows together.
“Well…. I wanted to do something special for you since last year I was busy with Dettlaff.” He squeezed your hand. “But don’t worry, none of it will go to waste. The wolves will be over in a bit. They need help with some sort of elixir. Come sit, I have something else.”
With his hand on the small of your back, Regis guided you over to the table. He pulled out a chair for you and then sat down next to you.
“I love you and you know how silly I think these little celebrations are.” He brushed his thumb along your knuckles. “I don’t need a single day to remind you how much I love you. I think I tell you enough every other day of the year.”
“You do.” You giggled, nodding your head. Your chest swelled with warmth. You knew he didn’t like your little “human” holidays like Valentine’s Day, but knowing he did it for you made it so much more special. “But I do appreciate this, Regis. I appreciate the effort. It means a lot to me.”
Regis smiled at you. He dipped his head down to kiss your knuckles.
“I saw something in a shop in Beauclair a while back. I’ve been saving it for a special occasion and I knew this would be the perfect time.” He let your hand go and reached into his pocket to fish out a black velvet box.
“Oh, Regis. But I didn’t get you anything.” You frowned.
“Don’t worry about it, my dear. I need nothing from you but your presence alone.” Regis assured you. He opened the box and presented to you a marvelous tear drop shaped ruby pendant on a gold necklace. “I know you like to match your jewelry with your clothes and I know it doesn’t match your dress so I won’t put it on you right-,”
“I want to wear it.” You cut him off, eyes flickering up to meet his. “Please?”
A smile pulled at his lips.
“Of course, dear. It is yours.”
Regis stood up and moved around to stand behind your chair. He carefully removed the necklace from the box so he could put the necklace on you.
The metal was cool against your skin and made you shiver. You looked down to try to get a look at the ruby that rested on your chest.
“Regis, it’s absolutely gorgeous.”
“Do you like it? I was afraid you wouldn’t.”
“Silly man. I love it.” You picked the ruby up between your index and thumb.
“I’m glad.” He leaned over to kiss your temple. You turned your head to catch his lips in a soft kiss.
“I’ll find you something. Don’t worry.” You held his gaze, smiling.
“Don’t worry over it.” Regis patted your knee. “I don’t need anything but you.”
You hummed, letting him think he won. He was a stubborn man and would bicker with you for days.
“Now, let’s eat before the boys get here and demolish everything.”
“Are they staying for dinner?” You asked. “It would be lovely to have dinner with them.”
“Well, I would think so. I don’t imagine what I’m working on with them would be something that gets done in a few hours.”
You nodded, picking up a strawberry and taking a bite.
“I’ll run into town after they get here and get things for dinner.”
also if i could make a request, inspired by your recent cottagecore stuff, could you write something small with regis x reader tending to their garden together, maybe with regis explaining some of the herbs/plants uses in alchemy? something cute and domestic please🥺🥺 thank u!! -🔮
A/N: babe i hope you like this!!! Also future me might want to add a second part to this.... just saying.... also I’m so sorry this actually strayed away from the prompt😅
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You smiled as the clouds parted, allowing bright rays of the sun to peek through.
You sat on your knees next to Regis, who was working on a few of his herbs. You wanted to do as much as you could to help him, but it was a learning process. He was patient with you though, telling you each and every herb he pulled from the garden and its medical properties.
“Should we take a little break?” You asked him. “Because of the sun?”
“I’ll be fine.” He assured you, shaking his head softly. “It isn’t too hot right now. Besides, I’m nearly finished.”
“That’s what you said two hours ago.”
He chuckled softly.
You stood up and brushed off your skirt. Regis turned his head to watch you as you lifted up your skirt and carefully stepped over the row of lavender.
“Where are you going, dear?”
“To the strawberries.” You answered over your shoulder.
You moved across the garden to the patch of strawberries growing in the corner.
“Regis?”
“Yes, dear?”
“I think we should get a baby something.” You didn’t have to raise your voice. There were no other noises that would drown you out, and Regis’s hearing was exceptional.
“A baby something?” He repeated, curiously raising his gaze up to meet yours.
You pulled a strawberry from the vine as you nodded your head.
“Like what?”
You picked another berry and held both in your hands as you moved down the row. Since you couldn’t pick up your skirt, you had to go the long way to get back to Regis.
“I don’t know.” You sat down on your knees next to him. You offered him a strawberry.
“No thank you, darling. We already have the three crows.”
“But they’re almost grown. And they don’t cuddle with me.”
“You want something that will cuddle with you?” Regis sat back on his knees, turning his head to look at you once more. A little grin played on his lips. “Do I not give you enough cuddles?”
“Oh, love, you do.” You giggled softly, finishing the strawberry. “But I think it would be fun to have a baby for me to take care of. You have this garden, your herbs, and alchemy. And the crows are bonded to you. I…. I want something for me.” You admitted quietly, brushing your thumb over the strawberry in your hand.
Regis looked at you for a few moments, eyes tender and warm.
You couldn’t hold his gaze for too long, suddenly feeling self conscious and a little awkward. You dropped your eyes to the strawberry.
He reached over and hooked two fingers beneath your chin, tilting your head up. He offered you a kind smile, one that warmed your insides. He tucked a few pieces of your hair behind your ear.
“What do you have in mind?”
“Maybe a baby cow.” You suggested, taking a bite of the strawberry. “One of those cute ones that look shaggy. But I wouldn’t mind a duck or two. They’d love the pond outside. Or maybe a goat. Or a lamb.”
He nodded, eyes flickering back down to his herbs.
“We’ll go to next week’s market.” Regis stood to his full height and held his hand out for you. “There’s bound to be something there that catches your eye.”
“Really?” You put your hand in his and stood up too.
“Yes, of course. If you want something, I’ll make sure you get it.” He kissed your forehead.
OMFG IM SO SORRY TO BOTHER YOU WITH THIS WHILE YOURE IN A WRITING PAUSE BECAUSE I DONT WANT YOU TO THINK THAT YOU HAVE TO WRITE THIS BUT IF I DONT TELL THEN I WONT REMEMBER😫:
I saw one of your recent reblogs with the little bats and you mentioned getting it tattooed. So my brain came up with this idea that I find ✨adorable✨. Do you remember when we were talking about how in a modern AU, Regis would be like a sophisticated older man, but he would be tatted up? Ok so imagine him and reader being in a relationship for a good long while, and he at one point told her that he really thinks through his tattoos before he gets them done and puts a bunch of thought and feeling into each one. So as a gift during a milestone in the relationship, he says that he wants to get a matching tattoo with them, and they can help choose some ideas, and the reader recommends the two little bats because 1. Cute, and 2. She Knows about what he is and wants to show their love for him?
Im so sorry this is super detailed and I know your busy but I had to share because I thought you’d appreciate it🥺💕love ya dear!❤️—🍯
A/N: I needed to distract myself from rdr2 so this is what happened. and I’m not even gonna lie. I am seriously thinking of having someone commission Regis with tattoos…...
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You hummed quietly as you moved around the room, gathering what dishes had been left on the table and placing them into the wash basin. You didn’t get very far before hands were on your hips, stopping you from moving, and a warm breath was brushing across your neck.
“Darling, I told you I’d get these when I returned. Dettlaff just needed a moment to chat before he left.”
“I know.” You looked over your shoulder to Regis. He kissed your temple and tried to gently move you aside but you refused to move so easily. “No! I’m already here and I’m already cleaning it up. It’s almost done-,”
“Then there’s no harm in letting me finish it, is there?” He raised his brows.
“Regis-,”
“My darling, you are so stubborn.” He gave you another kiss to the temple. “Just let me help you.”
Using a little more strength on you than what he’d usually like to, he was able to move you aside and start picking up the wine glasses from the table.
You huffed and hurried around the table to try to get the last two cups on the other side, but Regis beat you there, using his vampiric powers to teleport himself there. What he didn’t count on, however, was you bumping into him. This caused him to spill the remnants in the wine glass all over himself and on your dress.
You gasped, your hands coming up to cover your mouth. Regis laughed, moving to place the glasses with the rest of the dirty dishes.
“Regis, I’m so sorry-,”
“No worries, darling.” He cut you off, shaking his head. “No worries at all. It’s just clothes. Clothes can wash.”
He took off his doublet and put it over the back of a chair, then he began to unbutton his undershirt. You went to help him, gently nudging his fingers away so you could work on the buttons yourself.
“I don’t mind doing the cleaning.” You spoke softly, looking up at him through your lashes. “Especially when Dettlaff is here. I know he has a hard time sometimes. With…. With just….”
“He struggles fitting in sometimes.” Regis sighed gently. His eyes fell to watch your nimble fingers. “But he will be okay. He’s always okay.”
“You just worry about him.” You finished unbuttoning the shirt and looked up at his face. “It’s a shame he wouldn’t stay here a bit longer.”
“He didn’t want to invade- which I told him was rather silly.” Regis shrugged out of the undershirt and put it over the same chair the doublet was on. You watched him move, admiring the way his muscles moved beneath ivory skin.
He had a number of tattoos across his back, including a large moth that spread across the top of his shoulders and a skull that rested at the small of his back.
“But he insisted. Saying some nonsense about it being our fifteenth anniversary.” Regis continued to talk, though you were too caught up admiring his tattoos to really listen.
He turned back around to face you, wondering why you weren’t saying anything.
Your eyes immediately darted up to his face upon realizing he had caught you staring.
“I, uh, I was, erm-,”
“Staring?” He grinned, tilting his head to the side a bit.
“Well, yes.” You admitted, feeling your cheeks get hot. “But I-I was also thinking…. Fifteen years?” You repeated, almost in disbelief.
“Fifteen years.” Regis confirmed. He nodded his head, closing the space between you two. “Seems like just yesterday you stole something very important from me.”
The corners of your lips turned up as he approached you. You couldn’t help but step back until you bumped into the counter. Your heart was racing, thumping against your chest. It was the most wonderful feeling to have your heart race the same way it did when you first met him all those years ago.
“What did I steal from you?” You tilted your head back to look up at him properly.
His long and slender fingers trailed along the side of your throat then your jaw until he reached your chin. His thumb carefully traced your bottom lip.
“My heart.” His breath was warm as it fanned across your face.
You giggled. Your eyes left his, trailing down to the moon tattooed over his heart. You brought your hand up to trace over the black ink just as you had done numerous times before.
“Fifteen years.” You whispered.
Regis took your hand and brought it up to his lips, kissing your knuckles. Then he leaned down to kiss your forehead.
“Let’s get this mess cleaned up, darling. I’ve got something I’d like to discuss with you.” He began to pull away without any further explanation, leaving you a little worried.
“Oh, okay.” You nodded your head. “Um, is it-is it anything I should be concerned about?”
“Oh, Heavens no.” Regis shook his head, moving back to you to give you another kiss on the forehead. “I’m sorry to have worried you. But it’s nothing that you need to worry about. Just something I want to discuss.”
***
Regis climbed into bed to get comfy while you finished braiding your hair at your vanity. After the braid was finished, you moved around to your side of the bed. You clambered across the mattress until you reached him. Instead of laying down, you leaned against his hip, curling your legs up beside you.
“What do you want to discuss?” You asked. You picked up his hand and decided to examine the tattoos on the back of his hand and his fingers rather than look at him.
“Well, I know today marks the day of our anniversary so I’d be a little late for it, but I want to do something for our fifteen years. Something that isn’t just dinner with Dettlaff and a romantic night in.” Regis watched you curiously as you looked his tattoos over. It fascinated him how you were always so captivated by his tattoos even though you knew every single one he had.
“Do you have something in mind?”
“Mhm. A tattoo.”
Your eyes flickered up to meet his almost instantly. Your lips parted and Regis could hear your heart start to beat quicker.
“Oh, Regis. That’s-That isn’t a good idea.” You shook your head.
“Why?” He sat up, propping himself up on one elbow. “I’ve given it plenty of thought. Marriage isn’t an option, it’s not something either of us want.”
“But that doesn’t mean you should get something permanent like a tattoo for our anniversary on your body, Regis.” You shook your head. “What if we aren’t…. What if we aren’t permanent?”
“My darling, there has never been a time in our fifteen years that I have ever thought I’d want to be with someone else.” Regis sat up all the way and reached out to cup your cheek. “And if there would ever come a time when I no longer had you, I’d seek out someone willing to liquidize me again. I don’t want to be without you, Y/N. I love you.”
You searched his eyes, your hand coming up to hold the back of his that rested on your cheek.
“You’ve thought it through?”
“I have.” He nodded firmly, pulling his hand away from your face. “I’ve thought it through plenty. It’ll be a bat. And I want it here on the inside of my wrist, just above my pulse.” He turned his arm over to show you the bare skin on his forearm. You brushed your fingertips over the spot, pressing gently until you could feel his pulse beating firmly beneath.
A smile tugged at the corners of your lips. He wanted to do this as an act of commitment to you. As if he hadn’t proven his commitment before. You both had rings from your tenth anniversary and necklaces from your fifth. Now, he was getting a tattoo.
“I want one too.”
Regis’s eyes widened as he lifted his head to meet your gaze.
“Darling, you don’t have to.”
“I know.” You nodded softly. “I want to.”
“Where do you think you’d want it?”
You thought about it for a moment, looking down over your arms and then your torso.
“Perhaps my ribs. The left side. Your heart is bigger on the left, isn’t it?”
“It is.”
“That’s where I want it.” You stated proudly, rubbing your side through your chemise.
“If it is what you want, my darling, but please don’t feel like you have to.” Regis shook his head softly.
“I want it, Regis. It’s a really nice and-and a really beautiful idea.” You clasped your hands together in your lap, but they didn’t stay there for very long. Regis took them and held them in his own.
“Why do you want it there?”
“You have my heart.” You answered softly. “It’s yours. You protect it.”
He smiled at you, leaning forward to kiss your cheek.
i just thought of how cute it would be to just cuddle w regis and stargaze like🥺🥺 if you could write something with that i would be eternally happy omg -🔮
A/N: BABE im soft
***
Regis led the way through the cemetery, holding your hand even as you trailed behind him.
The night was lively. The sounds of the crickets and katydids. A chorus of frogs chirped from the creek that ran along the outside of the cemetery. An owl hooted from somewhere in the treetops.
The moon, full and bright, shined down through the canopy, offering little flecks of light here and there. You could see well, but that was only due to the fact that there were torches lit throughout the cemetery. You were sure that Regis had something to do with that.
“Where are we going?” You asked, curious to know why he had dragged you out to a cemetery at nearly midnight. “You’re not going to kill me, are you?” You teased.
“Not in the slightest, no.” He chucked just a little, slowing down so he could walk alongside you. “I’d never dream of hurting you.” He brought your clasped hands up so he could kiss the back of your knuckles.
You smiled softly at him.
He took you beyond the trees of the cemetery to the little opening that rested between the cemetery and the forest.
With the help of the moon, you could see a blanket laying in the grass, as well as a bottle of what you presumed to be wine.
“Oh, Regis.” You squeezed his hand.
“I thought you’d like this.” He explained, stopping at the edge of the blanket to kiss your forehead. “You’ve always said you enjoy looking at the stars. If I remember correctly, you said you’d like to learn the constellations, isn’t that right?”
“Yes.” You nodded, biting your bottom lip in an attempt to hide the huge smile that tried to come out.
“Well, while I couldn’t sleep for the last few nights, I’ve been reading different books from all over the Continent on stars and the likes. I’d say I’m pretty well versed in astrology now.”
“So humble.” You giggled softly, teasing him.
“I can teach you, if you’d like.” Regis offered, eyes gazing at you.
“I’d love that, Regis.” You nodded enthusiastically.
He motioned for you to get down on the blanket.
You slipped off your boots and sat down on the blanket, then laid back to look at the stars. Regis followed your actions, laying down next to you. You scooted a little closer to him, taking his hand and lacing your fingers together.
He began to point out constellations in the sky and tell you the names of the stars that it consisted of. Then he’d point to locations in the sky where planets could be seen. He seemed just as fascinated as you were by the night sky, and he was eager to share his knowledge with you.
As he started a little story about how one of the stars got its name, you turned your head to look at him.
It amazed you that this brilliant, handsome nerd was yours. That you were lucky enough to have him, to love him. He had such a gentle soul and truly wanted the best for nearly everyone he crossed.
Regis felt you staring at him and paused his story, turning his head to meet your gaze.
“Is something the matter, darling?”
“No.” You answered softly, leaning over to kiss his cheek. “Everything is perfect. This is perfect, Regis. Thank you.”
“Anything for you, my love.”
You stayed out there underneath the stars for hours. Regis eventually ran out of constellations to tell you about, but that didn’t stop him from talking. He started to tell you of how whenever he was a child, his mother would stargaze with him through a window in their home. That led to other stories from his childhood.
You were mostly silent, soaking up everything he had to say. But as the night drew on, you became sleepy. You struggled to stay awake, and Regis knew this.
Eventually, you fell asleep with your head on his shoulder. His arm was wrapped firmly around you, holding you close to his body.
A little while later, he picked you up and carried you back to your home.
As he was laying you down in bed, you stirred a little. Your hands clutched at his arms, not wanting him to let you go.
“Regis.” You groaned softly.
“Right here, love.” He leaned down to kiss your forehead.
“Stay. Please?” Your eyes opened, lids heavy with sleep.
“Of course.”
Regis climbed into the bed behind you and settled there, lanky arms wrapping firmly around you.
